I hold her in my hands
her heart beats with mine
I stroke her fathered head
she is life I protect, she is kind

With a soul blackened with disappointment
I let her die as I die
and the heart that was fleeting
beats no more for I

This dark heart of broken dreams
child of war splitting at the seams
I could drown in your spittle
if it was not so obscene.


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris